All over the world those sensitive to mental thought
sat bolt upright in bed as they felt anguish and pain so intense it almost
drove them insane, and they
wondered and feared what had happened. Closer to home, every Alteran stopped
what they were doing as they grabbed their heads in pain and felt the sudden
loss. Minds searching as one they tried to find the source of the intense
loss so they could offer comfort.

The Clan all gathered in the common room waiting for
Aaron to get back, talked quietly as some slipped in and out of sleep as a
wave of anguish and pain hit them, so intense some screamed out in agony,
feeling their hearts torn with loss. Kevin, panting through the pain gasped
out, “Aaron…” instinctively touching each other as they linked; they
searched for their lover and felt the brush of a mass of minds doing as they
were, until Pete found him THE MOUNTAIN TOP. And they were there, porting
without thought as the sounds of feet walking up the path as every person
capable of teleportation brought those who could not.

“Aaron…” Tim hesitated before reaching out and placing
a hand on his lover's shoulder, only to draw it back wet with blood,
“What…blood...Aaron are you hurt?”

“It’s not mine…he refused to let me save him, the
Guardian of the Shaolin and Keeper of the Seal,” Aaron sounded detached as
he openly pathed everything he had found out about the Shaolin and how the
young teen ended up in his arms.

While everyone was affected to some degree over losing
a promising young man and Alteran, the Clan was devastated, a member they
did not know of was dead, only they knew the significance of the teen's
words…I tell you three times. Even those not having passed their ordeal knew
what those words truly meant. As the Clan who led the kingdom, while their
motto might be public knowledge and the way they lived their life those five
little words carried with them the burden of knowing what they had to do,
the burden they carried.

Creating a circle around Aaron with the four youngest
unaltered touching him as those fully altered placed one hand on their
younger loves and raised the other palm out and back towards the air and
they merged their minds, brushing along the four young hunters' as they
linked and merged with Aaron.

Aaron held the body in his arms one last time, then
pulling the young teen close, he kissed him one last time before using
kinetics to lift him in the air. The teen hovering gently, laid flat as if
laying in the grass looking up at the night sky, the body gently rose in the
air until everyone had to crane their necks to look at the glowing teen. As
with one voice the combined voices of Clan Stranton echoed over the small
mountain top.

“As your spirit is commended and joined with the wind,
so we commend your body…

Son of Clan
Stranton, your burden is taken up by your lovers and brothers and the
children you will never know.”

The body started to glow brightly and pulse as every
member of the Clan pushed every ounce of energy into kinetically exciting
all the atoms in the teen’s body, causing it to glow as if it were a
miniature sun.

“We commend your body to join with the wind and may you
find peace.”

The teen’s body exploded in light as all the atoms reached
critical and a column of light and energy shot up into the sky like a giant
borealis and a tremendous wave of wind emerged from the center of the light
as it died, nearly knocking all those who came, off their feet.

Deciding that this was a private moment for the Clan,
the people of the Kingdom started to go home, walking past and placing a
comforting hand on the nearest clan member as they left.

The Shaolin now gathered outside the house, as the
students rushed outside to find out what had happened all turned to look as
the sun started to rise in the north, or at least it looked like it at
first, until they witnessed the columns of light before a wind knocked all
the students off their feet, “May you find peace finally, Lee,’ the elder
Shaolin knelt to the ground and bowed his head.

Back in the Clan Med Bay, several samples of sperm
appeared in the cryogenic unit before the unit activated.

An hour later Aaron and the Clan ported back to the
Clan Hall and silently headed for the common room, those closest to Aaron
and having splatters of blood from the teen on them followed Aaron into the
shower and stood there as the powerful jets washed the blood down the drain
and into the recyclers, while the rest of the clan moved the furniture out
of the way to make room for the mattresses they pulled from the rooms to
created one huge bed.

Clean once more, Aaron smiled tiredly at everyone as he entered
the common room after finding his bed missing, climbed into the center of
the bed and cuddled with everyone as they pulled close so they could comfort
one another and lay down to sleep.

Being the last to wake in the morning was a novel
experience for Aaron; stretching, he looked around and found, except for the
hunters as he dubbed them, he was alone and they sat in a circle near him,
watching him.

Kenny scooted over on his knees and laid a hand on
Aaron’s cheek while looking into his eyes, inches away from his nose, “Are
you alright?”

Giving it serious consideration, Aaron decided while he
was alright and would not suffer from this like he did from time to time
because of the memories of the other timeline, he was not unaffected by the
death. “Yes, I will be fine; it was more finding out how badly he wanted to
die and the shock of him belonging to the Clan that unsettled me and hurt me
the most.”

Kenny stared a moment before leaning in and kissing
Aaron then moving to the side to let Damien who, along with Pat and Doug had
moved close in so he could Kiss Aaron too. Standing up and walking towards
the bedroom, Aaron glanced over his shoulder, “Shower?” chuckling as all
four jumped up like they were pinched Aaron moved to the side as they rushed
into his bedroom, heading for the shower, looking at the mattress on the
floor, Aaron ported it back onto the bed frame and kinetically moved the
furniture back before starting for the shower he heard running.

Chores finished, all Clan members but the four with
Aaron ported to Altair Minor and the touches of comfort from all the
Alteran’s they passed with smiles in return, making their way out of the
atrium, they walked down the path towards the residential area three abreast
in three rows until they reached the area where the Shaolin where going
through their morning warm up exorcises; the first row consisting of Tim,
Pete and Kevin stopped within sight but out of the wayand waited, while David, Derrick and Fred moved to the right and the
last three, Mark, Tommy and Brian moved to the left.

It was one of the students that spotted them first and
froze in mid movement before stopping and staring in the direction of the
Clan, causing the others to stop and look to see what had gotten his
attention, the masters and elders cocked their heads to the side and as the
Shaolin instructing them started to demand to know why they stopped, the
Eldest glanced over his shoulder and saw the reason the students had stilled
and barked out a command for silence.

The spokesman for the Shaolin up to this point, walked
slowly forward and noticed none of the people standing there were smiling,
most still looked sad deep in their CHI, he decided, stopping several arm
lengths away, he bowed and waited.

“I am Timothy Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost a
son of Clan Stranton,” he waited and watched the Shaolin.

“I am Peter Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost a son
of Clan Stranton,” he also waited and watched the Shaolin without emotion.

“I am Kevin Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost a son
of Clan Stranton,” he waited and glared tiredly at the Shaolin.

“I am Fredrick Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost a
son of Clan Stranton,” he waited and looked at the Shaolin without emotion,
face so like Pete's.

“I am Marcus Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost a
son of Clan Stranton,” he waited and stared at the Shaolin.

“I am David Billings Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have
lost a son of Clan Stranton,” he waited and watched the Shaolin get
confused.

“I am Brian Woods Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost
a son of Clan Stranton,” he waited and watched the Shaolin.

“I am Derrick Young Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have
lost a son of Clan Stranton,” he waited and watched the Shaolin’s confusion
turn to shock.

“I am Tommy Stranton of Clan Stranton…I have lost a son
of Clan Stranton,” he waited and watched the Shaolin and prepared for what
was about to happen.

Pete stepped forward and let his eyes meet each and
every one of the Shaolin present, “Let us show you the burden that our son
carried,” he told them, as the carefully created memory was telepathically
implanted in each of their minds, so they would know what was lost and why.

Waiting for them to recover, Tim noticed the tears and
smiled sadly, “The Clan has decided…”

Kevin picked it up flawlessly, “All Shaolin everywhere
are to pack and prepare…”

Pete finished, “Each and every temple is to be packed
for transport to your new home.”

“From your new home, and with the knowledge of the
Shaolin being safe, you shall venture forth once more to lead and advise as
you once did,” Kevin told them, as he looked to the old man, the elder
master, and picked up on the mixed emotions from them and the joy from some.

“The Clan has spoken…” Tim told them, as he looked at
each of them in turn to gauge their reactions.

“As the Dragon Lords command,” Each Shaolin whipped
back their robes so their forearms were exposed, showing the dragon tattoo to the
world.

“As the Clan Commands…I so order,” Aaron walked into
the clearing, smiling at each of his lovers; he supposed doing this so
formally served some purpose in the long run.

Kenny walked to the group of students and looked at
them as they looked back at him in reverence, he knew what he had to do,
they had discussed it this morning while Aaron slept, holding his hands out
to his sides they were taken up by Doug who held Pat’s hand and Damien and
they all gazed without smiling, “We speak for Clan Stranton. Those with
hatred for others different from themselves have no place in your new
home…we have lost a lover who we will never know his loving touch.”

The four turned to face the teachers among the Shaolin,
and Damien examined each Shaolin for flaws, “We speak for Clan Stranton.
Those who put themselves before others have no place in your new home…we
have lost a brother who will never hug us in comfort.”

Facing the three Shaolin masters, Doug glared at them
to see if they would flinch, “We speak for Clan Stranton. Those who will not
protect those needing protection have no place in your new home…we have lost
a son and shall never smile in pride at his achievements.”

Pat took a deep breath, “We speak for Clan Stranton…you
will OBEY…” he glared at all of them in turn, “A son has lost one of his
fathers and will never know the loving touch from one of his fathers.”

Aaron moved forward between the two groups and reached
out with his mind, “is there some
reason why you are performing the formal redress between two Clans my loves.”

“It was Lee’s
dying request, how could we ignore it. Plus, it gives the Shaolin the
necessary ritual they need to find closure over what will happen when they
must pack and move to a new unfamiliar home, as much as they truly wish
this, according to Lee, they truly feared it,” Fred answered for all of
them mentally.

Aaron narrowed his eyes before nodding as he found they
had not opened the seal but instead had triggered a request locked in the
seal. Looking at his lovers, he saw they were resolute, turning and gazing
at the Shaolin he truly looked and saw they were lost and reaching out for a
lifeline, after losing their way, “I am the King of Altare and I stand in
judgment. Clan Stranton your claims are just, and thy will be done.”

With a nod, the whole Clan ported back home, to the
shock of the Shaolin who looked around, one minute there were twelve
individuals standing before them and next nothing…twelve individuals the
eldest master looked in shock at his fellows and saw only the students truly
did not understand the significance.

Sighing, Aaron sat on the ground cross legged and
pointing to the ground in front of the students, “Sit; it is time we talk
and you know and understand what has happened.

Three hours later, there were no more questions and the
students still looked awed by what they had witnessed…and Aaron was no closer to
finding the Shaolin a home. He was lucky, he thought, as he stood up and
stretched and the students rushed to get breakfast. Nodding his head, Aaron
walked into the forest and ported home; in a way Fred was right. It brought
closure to the episode and a new purpose to be fulfilled.

Arriving back at the Clan Hall, Aaron stripped and
folded his clothing as he would be leaving shortly after lunch to go to
Elswick and pick up the three princes. Leaving the pile on the bench near
the gestalt point, Aaron smiled as he sniffed the air and let his nose lead
him into the kitchen. Sitting down on one of the stools, Aaron watched Shoji
and Ichiro work. It looked like Shoji was planning a fusion of American and
Chinese with the main entrée being American and all the side dishes being
stir fry vegetables or lo mien.

Carrying a steam table pan full of food out to the pass
through, Ichiro froze for a moment before continuing on, on the return trip,
he stopped and got up the courage to ask, “I overheard that there are
Shaolin on the island of Altair, may I go speak with them?”

Aaron studied him for a moment before answering, “You
may go anywhere you wish within reason, you are not a prisoner and I am not
your father, remember?” he smiled at the end so Ichiro would not take it the
wrong way.

“Thank you, I do know that. But I will need
transportation and it is polite to ask instead of expect,” Ichiro bowed and
returned to cooking.

“After lunch Ichiro, I’ll drop you off when I go in to
check with my residents to see how the patients are doing, you might want to
ask one of the guys to pick you up later or let one of us know, if you are
going to spend the night, if you are, you can hitch a ride back with someone
tomorrow after the next batch of patients come in.” Aaron let him get back
to work, poured himself some fresh fruit juice and watched the two work,
occasionally smiling as one or the other would show him what they were
cooking in excitement, Shoji more so, as he was mixing cuisines as he always
wanted though Ichiro was proud to show off his skills to someone who
couldn't care less if he was going to become a chef.

Last of the steam table pans filled, and Aaron
finishing a quick wash up of what had been used, they exited the kitchen and
joined in the line of half starved teens, or so they would have you believe.

“You’re actually eating lunch, that’s a nice surprise,”
Tim laughed, as he and Pete sat down across from Aaron.

Aaron looked up with a hurt look on his face, “Hey, I
eat lunch all the time,” he trailed off as the two looked at him like he had
just cussed in church. Laughing, he finally smiled, “Okay, I eat lunch
sometimes, I’m just not interested in most lunch foods and sandwiches and
all that crap, I’m just not interested in those types of meals…never have
been. And let’s not even go there where school lunches are concerned,” He
shuddered, “Torture should defiantly be outlawed in schools.”

Laughing, Pete leaned forward, “Okay, spill? How often
did you take a five star meal with you to school?” he sat back giggling
at the expression on Aaron’s face that told them he had been caught with his
hand in the cookie jar.

Tim was thinking about what Aaron had said all though
lunch, what most of the guys wanted for lunch was something quick and
simple, something they could eat in a hurry to go back to what they were
doing before their stomach’s interrupted them, watching Aaron relax and eat
and even go sit with the other guys and munch off their plates like he did
from time to time at dinner, he looked to Pete who was watching Aaron at the
same time. “I’m sure the food is only a very small part of why Aaron does
not like lunch; look at him now; he’s enjoying himself and eating.”

Pete nodded and caught Shoji’s eye and motioned him to
come over, “Maybe we can finally get some of the weight back on him.” Once
Shoji nervously approached the table Pete smiled at him and pointed to the
chair Aaron had abandoned after going up for seconds, “Shoji, your lunch was
great and this is probably the first time Aaron has actually eaten lunch
since…well in, in like forever, thank you.”

Beaming in pride, Shoji nodded gratefully and looked to
Tim as he spoke to him, “We want you to make sure you always make full meals
for lunch, nothing that is quick and easily grabbed and walked off with.
Aaron hated that, and while he fixes it because we expect it, he won’t join
in, always telling us he nibbled while cooking and is full, before slipping
off.”

“On day’s Aaron won’t be around for lunch, we can do
the grab and go kind of lunch, but if we’re ever going to get the chance to
get some weight back on his frame, we need you to cook sit down meals like
this,” Pete smiled as he gazed lovingly at Aaron.

Shoji followed Pete’s’ gaze and understood, the Clan
looked out for their own, very much so after hearing them talk at breakfast
about what had happened early this morning, and this was another way for
them to do so and he was honored that they were turning to him to help them,
“I shall very much do as you ask, it will be an honor.”

Finished with lunch and having washed his plate, Aaron
took one last walk around the Clan tables of talking and relaxing teens and
dropped into the seat Across from Tyler, “You look very nervous for some
reason…why?”

Glancing down briefly at his crotch, Tyler looked back
across the table and blushed when he saw Aaron with his head under the
table, looking back up, Aaron did not make a joke over his willie like he
expected, instead he just tilted his head to the side for a moment thinking
and secretly skimming Tyler’s surface thoughts unknown to him at the time.

Aaron finally very softly said, while looking at Tyler,
“You are broadcasting your distress, it’s a wonder none of the others are
over here to find out why. The question is do you want me to verbalize it
for you, or do you want to tell me what’s wrong so I can try to fix it?”

Picking up on the thought of so much riding on this
meeting with his long time secret crush, Tyler was close to tears, he wanted
to be part of this Clan, he had watched and worked with each of them and
wanted so much to be included, for more than the incredible sex they all had
with one another. Opening his mouth, he was cut off before saying anything,
by Aaron, “Let me say something that will take some of the stress off your
shoulders, everyone wants you in the Clan, whether you and Andrew hit it off
or not, you have a place with us. What we are waiting for is to see if you
and Andrew hit it off enough for the two of you to consider having a son
together. Hell, I even saw Kenny with his measuring rod sizing you up last
night, if that didn't give any of us indications of how he and the hunters
would vote, nothing else would.”

Confused, Tyler thought back to last night, “About
that, what was up with that stick anyways, I about jumped up out of my skin
when he reached down and grabbed me after Damien distracted me. He left,
muttering something I could not hear clearly, something about only being
another snack I think.”

Grinning, Aaron finally laughed at the perplexed
expression on Tyler’s face, “Kenny and his group I call the hunters, got
their name from trying to hunt out any of the Clan or extended Clan that I
would agree was not too large to go all the way with. They can do anything
they like with each other, but so far the only one that I will even consider
letting put his hard cock into them is Richard, as he is only about four and
three quarters inches long and still not all that big around yet.” Seeing
the perplexed look and hearing four and three quarters what from Tyler’s
mind, he did some rapid calculations in his head. “I think that’s around
twelve centimeters by your measuring system.”

Nodding his understanding, Tyler looked down and
giggled, “Well, they’re about three years too late for that then,” relaxing
a little, as he thought about his almost eighteen centimeters in
satisfaction he almost groaned as it throbbed in need once again. “I’m not
going to last at this rate,” he mumbled, as he adjusted his legs, opening
them wider so he was not confining his bullocks as much.

Sighing as his grin disappeared just as suddenly, Tyler
looked off to the flowering vines climbing one of the corner posts,
“Cunningham ruined it for me, finally after I found it felt real good and I
liked it, I started to see Andrew in a whole new way finally, when he did
those things to me I imagined it was Andrew doing it instead of him. The one
thing he refused to do was kiss me of course, as only perverted bents like
me would want to do that. And he never sucked me off, so that’s never been
done…and that’s the only thing I can give Andrew that I’ve not done and I
really wanted to give him my bum, for him to be the first one to be inside
me and fill me, but now even if he liked me, he wouldn’t want to do that ashe might catch something that bloody fuck gave me.”

Knowing it would probably not work but trying anyway,
“You remember that physical I gave you soon after you arrived?” Aaron had
Tyler’s attention now, as Tyler thought and then nodded his head. “Well,
your physical showed no diseases, meaning he gave nothing to you disease
wise, and even though I could reset your body so it was as if you were a
virgin, you still would have the memory of the first time he took from you,
so I’m not sure how much it is really worth doing, that is something you are
going to have to decide for yourself; I’ll support you whatever you decide.”

“One other thing you might want to keep in mind as you
are thinking about what you want to do, is that if you and Andrew do hit it
off, he would not be coming to the relationship a virgin, I don’t think
there is much he has not tried yet with one of the Clan.” Aaron smiled
gently, as Tyler sat back in his chair looking at him, “If you have no
problem knowing that, then why would you think he would have a problem if
you were not a virgin?”

Tyler stared off into space for a moment that turned
into minutes, as he thought about it, really thought about it, “I see your
point. Can I get someone to take me topside so I can take a walk and think
about what you said. I think I would like to walk on the beach for a while,
so I can try to get all this straight in my head.”

“Sure, let me issue you a communicator and then I’ll
take you topside,” Aaron stood and motioned with his hand for Tyler to
follow him. Once Tyler had the communicator and knew how to use it, Aaron
ported the two of them to the top of the hill that let one overlook the
whole island. Pointing down to the far off field, “the vet barn is right
there, about forty minutes or so from the ocean,” turning Tyler so they were
looking behind them, “The fruit groves are over there, and if you look hard
you can see where the river meets the ocean, the section of beach we had the
party at last night is on the other side. And if you follow the trail over
there,” Aaron pointed to the path leading off through the forest at the
bottom of the hill, “it will take you about an hour to reach the beach next
to the river. From there to the sea farm will take you about three hours, if
you need or want to be picked up, just contact any of the guys and they will
port over to get you or just keep you company if you want.”

Tyler looked back at Aaron and smiled, “Thank you, that
sounds like enough time to get me thinking, four hours I should think, will
help me try to figure things out.” Taking a few steps down the trail, he
stopped, “Um…maybe if you don’t mind, could you be the one to meet me at the
sea farm?”

“I’ll meet you there Tyler, call if you need something
before I get back, I’ll make sure I meet you by myself too,” Aaron smiled in
encouragement as the teen started to walk down the path.

“Tommy, are you
planning to work in the aquaculture facility or the sea farm this
afternoon?” Aaron pathed as he gazed up at the spot Lee had joined the
wind this morning.

“My crew and I
will be seeding the lobster field and Conch pens this afternoon,”
Tommy’s eagerness to finally be able to start working that farm came through
loud and clear. “I can’t wait to
actually stock the fields, speaking of which, when can I get my hands on the
salmon fingerlings?”

Letting his laughter carry back, “You
do know that they spend their first year of life in fresh water don’t you?”
Aaron watched Tyler enter the forest, disappearing from sight. “Next
week, I would think, Wednesday is the day I scheduled to bring over
everything on your list so you need to make sure both our and Minor’s
facilities are ready.”

“I’m about to
Port over to Elswick, but I wanted to warn you that Tyler is topside. He
needed time to think and, in his words, get his head on straight,” Aaron
sent the image of Tyler walking into the forest from the hilltop, “he’s
going to make his way to the ocean and then follow the beach to the sea
farm, if you can kind of keep a thought on him while I’m gone, in case he
needs help…”

Smiling as he faced the distant coastline where Tommy
was working with his crew, “Thanks
love, I’ll see you later on when I get back,” Aaron sent a mental kiss
before closing his eyes and bringing up the visualization of the Asclepius
and ported to his cabin aboard him.

Walking through the treatment areas, Aaron checked with
his residents and William as he wandered around making sure everything was
going smoothly, making his way down to the triage deck he met up with
Friedrich and several of his security detail.

Leaving William behind as he walked out and down the
gangway, Aaron walked towards the old base hospital, stopping about halfway
there so he could look around to see the changes, catching movement out of
the corner of his eye, he glanced over his shoulder towards the hospital and
noticed the group of six people making their way towards him. Watching the
frantic pace of the crew laying the foundations for the new hospital, he
waited for the group to arrive; turning to face them he smiled, seeing
blueprints in the site foreman’s hand.

“Your Majesty, I don’t think we have been properly
introduced, Bryon Thames, site foreman for ECC. I do want to thank you again
for awarding so much of the construction project to the local trades, the
influx of pounds into the lad’s pockets means a lot.” Bryon offered his hand
and shook Aaron’s.

Waving his hand towards the work area, “It looks like
you are ahead of schedule, any problems so far?” Aaron turned to face the
foreman and skimmed his surface thoughts.

“We are going to be short of the additive Sir Derrick
provided to be mixed in the concrete mix, in fact, we only have enough for
the next three deliveries, so we either have to stop until Monday, or get
resupplied, the welders are ready and quite eager, if I may say, to start
working with the new material when it shows up,” Bryon smiled as he updated
his majesty.

Pulling his P.A.D.D. out of the thigh pouch, Aaron
turned it on and laughed, “Well, I think your welders will be happy to know
the first delivery will appear in about five minutes, once you clear the
arrival area.” Pathing Derrick, “Derrick,
I’m with the site foreman and they are really ahead of schedule and need to
be resupplied; can you send out enough of the Matrix additive for a week, they’ve only
got enough for three more truck loads.”

“If I may be so bold as to ask, just what does the
additive do to the concrete that you require we add it in?” Bryon was
curious and eager at the same time to find out a little bit more about the
Alteran’s.

Chuckling, Aaron pointed over his shoulder towards the
Asclepius, “And what if I told you to pour six, four meter square panels
four centimeters thick, and once standing them on end, after they’ve cured,
those six columns could support the weight of the Asclepius?”

Bryon looked flabbergasted; he could not imagine that
being possible, yet they would not take the piss out of them this way, not
where lives were at stake, but the concept was unbelievable.

Aaron smirked, “Yes, you can pour some test molds and
test the cured product for yourselves, and you should find more of the
Matrix with the first shipment of supports.” Seeing the light show in the
distance Aaron pointed, “you’re supplies just arrived, including more of the
matrix.”

Bryon whirled around and seeing the beams and other
supplies in the fenced off area, he started to walk away, then as his brain
registered what his eyes were actually seeing, he rushed off bellowing for
his crews to clear the area before the next load of supplies arrived.

Amused, Aaron looked at the group, now down to four
with the foreman and his second leaving in a rush, and wondered who would be
brave enough to speak up next.

“Matilda Bollard, your Majesty, my collogues and I have
furnished three sample suites for your approval, and if we may have a moment
of your time we would like to show them to you so you may approve the one
you think will work best.” The mousy looking woman curtsied as she
introduced herself.

Checking the time on his P.A.D.D., Aaron nodded and
waved at her to lead the way and followed her back to the two story building
that was the old hospital. Entering the building through the cafeteria, he
wondered what it would take to get it up and running in a short amount of
time, it would make it more convenient for families to be able to eat and
sleep in the same building. Standing in the center of the room he pulled up
the floor plans for the cafeteria area and found nothing was planned for the
space, which confused him, digging deeper in the plans he finally found
notes by all three of his lovers that originally drew up the plans, allowing
for the catering service hired to finalize the space.

Comparing the timeline projection to reality, he
noticed the flaw in their plans, the whole hospital renovation was not
scheduled to happen until next month, frowning as he looked at his P.A.D.D.
he tried to decide what to do.

“Problems your Majesty?” the older gentleman that had
stayed to the rear of the group asked, as he moved closer. “Eaton Mayer,
local district councilor, your Majesty.”

Looking up and realizing that he had separated from the
group, he glanced around and noticed the designers had continued on. Slightly annoyed, he shook it off, “Just trying to readjust our initial
schedule. This building was supposed to have another month before we worked
on it, but the follow up go through found hardly any problems so its remodel
was pushed ahead, unfortunately, we overlooked the food,” Aaron waved his
arm around the empty cafeteria.

“I see and with you wanting to move the families over
to this building as soon as possible so they are more comfortable …” Eaton
looked around the room before walking over to the kitchen area and glancing
over the counter. “I may have an idea that might work if I was to know the
next time you were going to be in the area?”

“I could be back Sunday before dinner, briefly that is,
why?” Aaron was curious as he skimmed the man’s thoughts as he thought about
all the local eateries that might be interested in undertaking this
opportunity.

“If I may, I could set up a selections of candidates
that would prepare several meals for you to sample, that way, you can chose
the best of those wanting to garner your business,” Eaton explained his idea
toAaron as he went over how
best to contact everyone that would be interested.

Matilda had rounded the corner, chatting away
explaining their concepts and glanced over her shoulder when she did not
hear an answer to her question and stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed
all this time, no one was behind her. Huffing in frustration she ranted all
the way back the way she came, not taking into account that the empty
building without furnishings echoed.

Aaron stopped as he instructed the printers on board
the Asclepius to print out the contract requirements for the catering staff,
hearing the echoing rant precede the woman into the cafeteria, he watched in
barely suppressed anger, as the woman strode into the cafeteria.

“Ah, there you are your Majesty, if you will follow me
we can get started…do try to keep up this time,” Matilda told him as she
glared over her glasses at him before turning around and walking out.

Eaton froze as he winced, seeing all the guards stiffen
in anger at the insult and was curious about what the King would do, only
slightly, he was more interested in getting the bloody hell out of range as
he noticed the fire in his Majesty's eyes. And was never more grateful when
his Majesty told him the printed copy of the contract the perspectives would
have to follow could be picked up at the triage desk onboard the Asclepius,
so he could make a rushed but graceful exit, after bowing.

Aaron stood looking at the doors biting back his anger
before glancing at his detail, picking a familiar face out, “Brialey, get
that creature off of my embassy…NOW.”

Not waiting to see if his orders would be followed,
Aaron did an about face and exited the building; he started to stalk along
the fence line as he controlled his anger, he needed to be calm and rational
when he pronounced judgment on those in the brig. Walking past the guard
shack near the gate, he continued on towards the area being set up for the
media and it was on his way back after calming down that he noticed the man
standing near the fence waiting for him.

“A moment of your time, your Lordship,” the man called
out as the guard detail watched him, like a hawk spotting a mouse sitting on
a rock. “I really must apologize for calling out rudely like this, but I am
not sure who I need to talk to about handing over some miscreants.”

Stopping and starring, Aaron took in the man’s
appearance then he listened as the man moved closer to the fence.

“I was wondering, your Lordship, what would happen if
those responsible for the cowardly attack on children a fortnight ago were
handed over to your Lordship instead of Scotland yard?” the man’s face was
pressed between the wrought iron bars of the fence as he looked directly
into Aaron’s eyes, “the Tories have not had the best record when it comes to
just punishing those responsible without creating a witch hunt.”

“I am not interested in a witch hunt, as for what would
be done with those responsible, Justice…Justice will be done, those guilty
of their crimes will be executed.” Aaron told him, as he more than skimmed
the man’s thoughts, he dug as deep as he could without causing the man pain.
The man was a high ranking member of the IRA and was disgusted with the
actions of several of his fellows for killing their own.

“And what would you be sharing with the Tories, your
Lordship? What would be given over to them that might start the cycle of
retaliation over,” the man asked as he watched Aaron closely, looking for
lies.

Walking slowly up to the fence, so only an arm’s length
separated them Aaron tilted his head to the side before answering, knowing
where the three were being held yet wanting to play this out. “If the three
people you are talking about were to be handed over to me on Alteran soil,
they would get a speedy trial in front of the Kings Bench, and if found
guilty of the bombing, they would be executed right then and there. All the
rest of the world would know is that concerned citizens disgusted by those
three’s actions, turned them over for swift and impartial judgment.”

“We have decided to give the royals a chance, now that
they have full control, to see if they are truly better than the old
government,” stepping back from the fence, he looked over his shoulder and
called out, “laddies, bring them over, we’ll be on our way now, your
Lordship.”

Turning to go, after his men dropped the three
blindfolded and bound men at the fence line he jumped back in surprise to
see the Alteran security forces had followed his men and preparing for a fight he
blinked as they strode past him without stopping to grab the three prisoners
and his mouth dropped open as the tall lad who looked like he would be good
in a fight spoke to the one in charge, calling him his Majesty. Nervous, he
nodded his head and did his best to walk slowly away, instead of running in
fear like his senses were telling him to do as he saw the look of anger
directed at the three sorry souls on the ground.

“It’s time,” Aaron said, as he turned and walked
towards the brig.

Walking into the brig, Aaron noticed besides the
prisoners, several Shaolin were waiting and over towards one corner, several
constables and New York police officers sat waiting. So witnesses he thought, as he
walked past them into a back room and started to put on formal robes over
his clothes, before holding his hands out and porting his crown from his
office to his waiting hands. Placing his crown on his head, his face was
emotionless as he walked to the side door and waited for Friedrich to open
it on the third echo of the pounding of a staff on the floor.

Standing in the center of the room, Aaron closed his
eyes briefly, as the recorders started to function and gazing over those
assembled, “The Alteran King’s bench is now in session on this 31st
day of July of the year 2004 TR.”

“I am Aaron
Stranton…Prime of Clan Stranton…King of the Kingdom of Altare; I stand in
judgment of those brought before me this day.” Aaron told the group, as the
first of the five responsible for poisoning the fifteen teens in New York’s
China Town were brought in and pushed to their knees in front of Aaron, once
all five were kneeling in front of him, he spoke. “The accusation…”

One of the Shaolin separated from his comrades then
slowly walked forward and bowed, “Great Dragon, the Shaolin accuse those
kneeling for judgment of attempted murder of children by poison. We accuse
them of attempted genocide of those who are different and finally we accuse
those kneeling awaiting judgment of aiding in the slavery of children.”

Aaron noticed the Asian dressed in police blue, stiffen
as the Shaolin greeted him, so much so that he grabbed his partner's arm,
causing the man pain. And had to give the Shaolin points, as normally one of
his guards would read the charges, they were making a powerful statement and
he wondered how long it would be before the lesson they intended was heard.

Steeling himself, Aaron probed all five minds, not
being gentle about it, causing all five to grab at their heads and fall to
the ground whimpering in pain. Ignoring the cries, Aaron glared at the five
curled up on the ground at his feet. “Upon telepathic examination, I find
you guilty of all counts brought to our attention by the Shaolin, and I
sentence you to death…justice shall be done and your execution will be carried
out now.” Aaron kinetically stopped each of their hearts and sighed,
“Justice has been done this day, let the bodies of these five serve as
warning to others who would sell children for their pleasure and profit.”

Aaron waited until the bodies had been dragged out of
the room and took in the satisfied looks on the Shaolin’s faces and the
stony silence on the faces of the observers from both countries' police
departments.

After a moment, the man who had raped Tyler was brought
in and pushed to the floor in front of Aaron so he was kneeling, and Aaron
glared at him as the man looked up at him defiantly. “The accusation…”

Aaron waited and with the moments passing without
anyone stepping forward the man’s smirk increased, that is until the sound
of cloth and the movement of feet caused Cunningham to whip his head around
to stare in shock as not one but two people stepped forward.

Constable Tarrant glanced over to the Shaolin monk who
had stepped forward, scroll in hand, and even though he kept his voice low,
it still echoed, “I am unsure how to do this, and you may have more crimes
to list than I do, but may I go first and then you add to the list.”

“You may speak, as shall I after you have said what
needs to be said,” The Shaolin bowed his head more like a nod.

“I accuse Alfred Cunningham of Rape of seven males all
under the age of sixteen, the youngest age ten disappeared last spring. I
also accuse him of abuse of authority and would request the whereabouts of
the missing ten your old if possible.” Constable Tarrant stood proud as he
glared in hate at the man on his knees, “And please excuse me if I did not
follow procedure properly, as I am unsure how to address you,” he bowed
signaling he was finished and stepped aside to be replaced by the Shaolin.

“Great Dragon, we have interviewed those involved and
have the following accusations to lay at the feet of the accused, though it
is not outside the realm that there are more,” taking a breath the Shaolin
unrolled the scroll and began, “I am the voice of the victim who cannot be
here; hear my plea for justice.”

“I accuse Alfred Cunningham of taking what was not
offered freely…I accuse Alfred Cunningham of following orders to take the
most precious gift one has to give to another, I add to the accusation of
Alfred Cunningham taking pleasure in the screams and misery of his victims,”
the Shaolin tilted his head and examined the man before looking disgusted,
“I also accuse Alfred Cunningham of multiple murders by torture as he would
satisfy himself as they bled to death on him.”

Aaron who was watching the Shaolin as he read the
scroll jerked his head back to look down in disgust at the man kneeling at
his feet, to see him pale at the final accusation, mind ripping through the
others depraved mind, Aaron was sickened by what he found there, kinetically
severing the man’s vocal cords he delved deeper as he pulled a crystal out
of his pocket, and finally as the man lay twitching on the ground, placed it
against his head and pushed all the information he had taken by force into
it, removing the vast majority of it from his mind, something only a trained
class one telepath could do.

“Alfred Cunningham, your crimes against humanity are
greater than read into the record today, and I find you guilty on all counts
read and amend the accusation of seven deaths to the true number of seventy
five, going back over the span of twenty years, starting when you were a boy
of thirteen.” Aaron spat out in disgust, and Constable Tarrant stood
straighter in shock.

“I condemn you to death…sentence to be carried out
now,” Aaron closed his eyes as he kinetically burst the man’s heart in his
disgust. Motioning for the body to be removed, he looked at the constable
who was pale and slightly greenish and sighed, so much death in the past
couple of days, but he hoped and prayed the message would get out and in the
long run, more lives would not have to be taken. “The boy in question is no
longer among the living, he and all of his other victims can be found in the
shrine he built to his perverted gods at these coordinates, Aaron closed his
eyes and pushed the image into the constables mind, including directions and
the secret to opening the underground cavern.

As the constable grabbed his head in pain, he felt the
sharp pinprick of a needle entering his arm and the cold pain of something
being injected and the pain started to lesson and recede, feeling a
steadying hand on his arm as he realized he was on the floor, Constable
Tarrant was helped to his feet by the Shaolin monk and almost afraid to look
at the man who had caused him pain he sighed as he heard an apology.

“I must ask forgiveness for the pain the information
caused you, and if there was truly another way, I would have done so, but
the tomb is outside our jurisdiction now that the man is dead and the living
victims are safe,” Aaron motioned for the final prisoners to be brought in.

Once the three men were on their knees, Friedrich went
over and removed the bags from over their heads, “These three were delivered
to us for justice less than an hour ago, the Accuser claims the
following…that they knowingly and willingly set off the explosion that
killed so many gay youth and injured Prince Richard of England in Belfast
seventeen days ago, purposely intending to kill as many of the gay youths as
possible.”

Kevin, having arrived hoping to meet with Aaron so they
could go to the palace to get the three prince's together, had heard through
the rumor mill that those responsible for Richard's injuries were here to be
tried, and rushed towards the brig, hoping to get there in time, hearing
Friedrich giving the framework for the charges, he strode past the Shaolin
and into the room to stand behind the men and added his voice to the mix.

“I accuse these three of Genocide and crimes against
gay youth, I invoke extenuating circumstances and request the ultimate
punishment our laws allow,” Kevin restrained himself barely from kicking the
men in the heads.

“And the extenuating circumstances, what are they?”
Aaron acted curious though he knew what Kevin referred to.

“The first is that all their attacks were specifically
targeting gay youth, and the second I shall give under telepathic seal, it
is not for the outsiders to know,” Kevin stood tall as he looked up at the
recorders and pathed, “one of the
victims is a lover to the Clan and shall join us shortly as Clan, as the
arrangements are complete for merging our kingdom to that of the English
Crown.”

Aaron looked away towards the witnesses who looked
confused seeing the venom in the guards' faces including one of the Shaolin.
Looking at the Shaolin, Aaron pathed, “We
shall talk momentarily, Shaolin.”

Skimming the three’s surface thoughts, Aaron found
evidence justifying maximum penalties, “I find all three of you guilty of
crimes against humanity, and I sentence you to death of DNA, your DNA will
be removed from the gene pool; you shall be put to death as soon as a neural
image is complete.” Aaron pulled an imager from his pocket and placed one of
the recording crystals in the slot and grabbing the closest man’s hair he
yanked his head up and slapped the imager on his forehead and activated it.

Kevin, following Aaron’s actions, pulled his imager out
of his pocket and yanking the middle man’s head back sharply, attached the
imager and activated it while Aaron pulled a second unit out of his robe
pocket and placed it
on the third man’s head and then stepped back and motioned for the limp men
to be taken away.

Stepping back, Aaron sighed as he looked down at the
floor before looking up, “this concludes this session of the Kings Bench on
this date of July 31st 2004 TR.”

Pulling a chair out at one of the empty tables Aaron
pointed to the chair opposite from him and motioned the Shaolin monk to sit,
so they could talk, while the Shaolin sat and Kevin joined them, Aaron
pulled out his medical scanner and placed it on the table with the sensor
facing the Shaolin, “I must ask permission to verify my suspicions, may I
run a scan to see if you are a direct descendent of the twelve original
Shaolin?”

“Of course, Great Dragon,” the Shaolin smiled as he
rolled up his sleeves and exposed both tattooed arms laying them on the
table between the scanner.

Activating the scanner Aaron glanced at Kevin as he
asked his question, “Why are the two symbols burned onto their forearms one
of a dragon and a tiger, especially this dragon the symbol of Altare?”

Aaron pointed to the Shaolin’s right forearm with the
tattoo of the tiger on it, “The symbol of Clan Shaolin of the Kingdom of
Altare.”

The two Shaolin that stood behind their fellow master
looked between them shocked.

“And this…this is the symbol of the left hand of the
Dragon, warriors pledged in service to Clan Stranton.” Aaron shocked the
Shaolin, and they looked at each other and back down at the scanner when the
soft barely audible chime sounded. Doing some quick arithmetic in his head,
Aaron looked at the Shaolin before looking down to the scanner, “Those two
symbols have not been seen in the Kingdom of Altare in two thousand six
hundred and seventeen years…and I did not think it was possible to mutate
the Alteran genome, but there is a subtle flaw in yours, keeping you from
reaching full potential.”

Seeing the others' questioning eyes, Aaron stared into
the first Shaolin’s eyes as if seeking and testing his soul, “I shall leave
it up to you if you wish for us to correct this, so you can be welcomed
home, your rightful home, by birthright.”

“I shall meditate on this, Great Dragon and return with
my reply when it is formulated,” the Shaolin bowed his head as his two
companions looked at him in awe before he rose, and looked to Friedrich, the
one who had brought them several days ago with the prisoners so they could
see justice done. “Dragon warriors, if you would be so kind as to send us
home with the objects of your lesson.”

Watching Brialey escort the Shaolin monks out of the
room, Aaron looked at Kevin then Friedrich, “Let’s go pick up Edward, Andrew
and Richard and call it a day.”

An hour later, back in the Clan Hall, Aaron made for
his room so he could change into his normal attire, which was skin and his
normal Velcro thigh and forearm pouches, ready for the rest of the day in
deck shoes and his equipment in their pouches Aaron left his bedroom and
smiled as he saw Andrew rushing around the upper balcony towards the room
Tyler was staying in.

Halfway up the steps, Aaron met a dejected looking
Andrew as he came back around from checkingto see if Tyler was in his room, knowing very well why the look Aaron
followed through anyway, “Hey Andrew, why the glum look?”

Hearing his name perked Andrew up, and seeing Aaron
near the top of the steps he smiled, if anyone knew where Tyler was it would
be Aaron, after all he knew where everyone of his Clan was at all times,
“Aaron, do you know where Tyler is, Kenny thought he was in his room, but I
have not been able to find him anywhere in the Clan Hall, so far?”

Pointing towards the ceiling Aaron smiled, “He’s
topside, he needed a walk to think about some things we talked over at
lunch. I’m on my way to meet up with him as he asked, we’ll probably be back
in an hour, you can wait there for us to get back or I can drop you off at
the sea farm and you can wait there for us, your choice.”

Beaming, Andrew rushed to Aaron’s side and placed his
arm around his waist and with the other hand lifted Aaron’s arm to place it
on his shoulder. Chuckling, Aaron pulled Andrew close and they continued to
walk out of the house towards the gestalt point.

Tommy glanced up at the monitor, checking Tyler’s
progress on the beach to make sure he was safe and letting his fingers
expand the view outside their immediate area he was thinking about something
one of his crew had asked, they wanted to know if they could just set up
feeding stations for some species and put up some type of underwater shield
to keep the fish inside as net pens instead of the way they do things now
with miles of fences that get fouled up or ripped releasing the fish being
cultured.

“Pete, are you
too busy to answer a few questions,” Tommy pathed as he came upon a
solution, the island was surrounded by an energy field that was keyed to
specific DNA and would not let sharks in past the five mile outer reef.

“Sure, I can use
a break while the Core continues to pillage the Alien databases, what’s up?”
Pete leaned back on the recliner deep inside the Core, glancing up at the
time display it was time for him to leave anyway, as he had reached his
promised limit of two hours.

“That’s one of
the reasons Iwanted to talk
with you, how close are you to being able to build one of those replicators
like they used on the show, I have a problem and a solution but our
recyclers and assemblers would take too long.” Tommy sent a grin with
his question.

“Are you still
topside at the sea farm?” Pete asked, as he stood up and walked towards
the door leading out of the shielded room.

“Yes, I’m in the…”
Tommy trailed off as he felt the connection grow extremely strong and turned
around in his chair to see Pete walking towards him, “The office.”

Puling Tommy’s head towards his, Pete kissed him slowly
and passionately for several minutes before they broke apart, smiling, Pete
looked into Tommy’s slightly unfocused eyes, “Now what can Clan Stranton
research and development do for you, my love?”

Pete giggled as he pulled over a chair so he could sit
down and pulled out his P.A.D.D., “If you’re asking can I build a replicator
like the ones that TV show we grew up with the answer is yes, more than
likely, in about a year or so, and if I’m lucky I might even understand it by
then.”

“Well shit, that doesn’t help me at all,” Tommy looked
out over the surf as he tried to change gears, pulling up the resource
reports he entered the unit requirements into the system and asked it if
were queued when the first unit would roll of the line. Sitting back in his
chair, he frowned at the answer, thirteen months and that is if no other
projects came up to tie up resources, “We have a problem.”

Pete looked at the projections and agreed, “No shit,
now, how do we fix it, that is the billion dollar question we’re maxed out
production wise and I can’t see setting up factories outside our control or
Kingdom.”

“We need to have a meeting, some of the projects I want
to build can be transferred to the automatics in the asteroid belt, but that
is not going to help out in the long run, only allow us maybe one assembly
line, the only other option is to use the assemblies on Centauri and we’re
certainly not ready to bring that planet on line.” Pete commented as he
linked into the terminal with his P.A.D.D. and split the screen as he zoomed
out to see the Kingdom.

“Wait, go back, zoom in further on the right,” Tommy
sat up and pointed to the section of the monitor; he had seen a ship moving
out of range.

After Pete did as he asked, Tommy bolted from his chair
and faced the monitor fuming, “Son of a bitch…I don’t think so,” he pulled
his mic down as he glared at the screen and tapped the communicator, “Joe
where are you?”

Startled when the communicator blared to life
interrupting his meeting, he was going over the simulation results with the command
staff, Joe pulled the mic down, “In my office, why?”

“Pete can you zoom real close to this abomination,”
Tommy tapped the screen and the image of the ship being shown on it.

Pete, figuring he would get an explanation at the same
time Joe did, zoomed in as requested.

Stepping back and pulling the terminal around and
changing the direction of the controls with a touch, Tommy sent the feed to
the naval command office, “Joe, are you getting the feed I’m sending you?”

After hearing a yes over the communicator, Tommy
started to issue orders, “Joe, I want you to escort that abomination out of
the area,” picking up on Pete’s confusion, Tommy turned to face him, “that
thing is a commercial fishing cannery and it is sailing into the middle of
the Tuna breeding grounds, if we don’t stop it…it will be the end of all
tuna everywhere, and I can guarantee if there is one, and it starts hauling
in the mother lode, it will call in the whole fleet.”

Logging into the system and bringing the Ares and his
brother ships out of hibernation mode, Joe looked at the command staff who
had started to move towards the door, “You realize Tommy, they are outside
our territorial waters, don’t you?”

Tommy’s eyes flashed in anger, “I don’t give a flying
fuck. If they aren’t stopped, they will destabilize the food chain and cause
massive market crashes and starvation, that’s a tuna cannery and they are
destroying the breeding ground for thirty species as they cut a swath of
death through there.”

“Plus, Tim already set precedent with the capture of
the slavers' ship,” Pete entered the conversation after extending his mic,
widening the map and pointed out, “There are three more of those floating
canneries heading towards the first, better make this a fleet action.”

Pressing a thumb on the scanner so his DNA would be
recognized, a small recessed panel slid aside and he plunged the red button
down.

“Condition RED…All crews to stations; this is not a
drill…Condition RED…Prepare for emergency deployment.” The speakers blared
to life as Joe stood up. “Okay, Tommy we will escort them out of the area,
but if they refuse?”

Aaron who had walked up from behind with Andrew as the
drama was unfolding extended his mic, “Capture them for salvage, if they
resist, sink them.”

Joe snapped to attention hearing Aaron’s voice over the
command net, “Sir…Yes Sir.” Porting directly to the bridge of the Ares, he
started to issue orders to all four ships, as they cycled the release
sequence and began flooding the bay.

Glancing over his shoulder, Pete smiled, seeing Aaron
standing there with Andrew, while Tommy was startled and rapidly turned
around at hearing Aaron’s voice. “Come on guys, keep Andrew company while I
go fetch Tyler, then we can go back to the Hall and relax.”

Tommy glanced over his shoulder towards the screen,
“Um, shouldn’t we stay here and well oversee this whole thing?”

“One of the hardest things to do when you command a
military option is to give the order and then go on with something else
while it’s being carried out,” Aaron explained, as he saw the frown on
Tommy’s face and him look to the screen again. “You have to trust in your
people, you told them about a problem, you told them what needed to be
done,” Aaron moved closer so he could pull Tommy into a hug. “Now you need
to let them do their jobs, I can assure you they know what to do, Joe was
most likely already scrambling the crews when he asked what to do with the
ships if they refused to leave, we told him what we wanted done, so now it
is up to him. If we want him to do his job and do it well, we can’t be
standing over his shoulder all the time, he has his orders now, it is time
to let him do what he does best, If he needs us or more information comes in
we need to know about, he’ll contact us, or rather you, since you set things
in motion.”

Finally, getting a resigned nod, Aaron smiled as he
kissed Tommy and pointed to the monitor, “Now show me where Tyler is on this
thing so I can go fetch him.”

“Thank You,” Aaron kissed Tommy again before stroking
him long enough to get him hard and breaking the kiss with a chuckle, “Just
keep that thought in your mind love, I’ll be back.”

A few minutes later, Aaron found Tyler sitting out on a
outcropping of rocks near the edge of the sea farm, staring into the surf,
“Did you find any answers, Tyler?” he asked, as he sat down next to the teen
on the rocks and joined him in gazing out into the calming waves breaking on
the rocks.

Without looking at Aaron, Tyler tilted his head,
“Some…though I ended up with more questions,” sighing, he looked at Aaron,
“I still have no bloody clue what to do.”

“Let’s see if we can’t simplify this for you,” Aaron
put an arm over his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Yes or no, that’s all I
want to hear, no justification…just yes or no.”

“Is what the gym couch did to you your fault?”Aaron
felt Tyler stiffen before relaxing and shake his head, “No,” was the whisper
he heard.

“Does it bother you that Andrew is not a virgin?” Aaron
was trying to track down the reasons Tyler was so conflicted and carefully
kept skimming his surface thoughts.

“No, it’s a turn on actually, knowing he would know how
to make me feel good,” Tyler smiled shyly, as he glanced down at the soft
smack of his hardening willie smacking his stomach.

Glancing down at Tyler’s crotch after hearing the
smacking sound, Aaron smiled, well one major obstacle down, he thought,
“Does it bother you that you are not a virgin?”

Thinking about it, Tyler looked out to the ocean, and
several minutes later looked at Aaron, “Yes and No, it bothers me that I
lost it to the coach, but I’m not sorry I lost it.”

Catching the trail of thoughts running through Tyler’s
mind, Aaron found the major sticking point when he heard him listing his
firsts, “Kevin was your first kiss, something precious and special to you.”
Aaron pulled Tyler around so they were face to face, “You will have many
firsts that are special to you, so why are you so fixed on wanting Andrew to
be one of your firsts and are you thinking of adding someone else to the
list?”

Nodding his head, confused, Tyler whispered, “I have
only one more first to give and that is being the first to suck me off, and
I wanted both you and Andrew to be with me first and there is only one thing
left,” tears started to run down his face as he silently cried.

Kissing him gently Aaron finally released the kiss once
the tears turned to moans and looked him in the eyes, “There is one more
major first your forgetting about,” seeing the confusion in his eyes, “The
first time you enter a lover with this,” Aaron grasped his very hard cock
and did not stroke it or it would be all over too soon.

“You want both Andrew and me, for first times, right?”
Aaron asked, his mouth inches from Tyler’s, stealing a kiss, when he nodded,
Aaron smiled, “so does it really matter who has what as long as one of us
gets what you offer.”

Kissing Aaron back hungrily, Tyler finally backed away
long enough to answer, “No I guess it doesn’t really matter as much as I
thought it did.”

Standing up while holding Tyler in his lap, Aaron
smiled as Tyler shivered trying to keep from climaxing as his erect cock
slide down Aaron’s belly leaving a trail of pre-cum as he was placed on his
feet, “Come on, you and Andrew, along with me, have an appointment in my
bedroom.” Aaron grabbed Tyler’s hand and pulled him along until they were
walking side by side towards the sea farm office.

Entering the office, Tyler’s still very erect cock
pointing towards the sky along with the steady stream of pre-cum running
over the head and back towards the ground along either leg depending on
which leg moved forward first, Aaron smiled as he stepped behind Tyler as
Andrew did a double take and his eyes were glued to the painfully hard cock
between Tyler’s legs.

Eyes not leaving that wonderful sight that looked like
a small fountain occasionally spurting out of the top, Andrew moved closer,
smiling and thinking about how he would like to feel that with his hand as
he kissed Tyler, only to be broken out of his daydreams by Aaron’s voice.”

“Andrew, when you see this,” Aaron reached around and
traced the outline of the very hard cock causing Tyler to moan and fall back
into him, “Tell me where would you rather have this. Inside planting the
marvelous load deep within you or swallowing the load as fast as you can?”
Aaron whispered huskily, as he continued to cause Tyler to shiver while he
gently traced the outline of Tyler’s cock.

Eyes glued to what Aaron was doing and his own painful
erection pointing upwards, Andrew gulped and whispered as a steady stream of
pre-cum was leaking out of the end of the deep purple cock head.
“Inside…inside me,” he shivered thinking about it.

Leaning back into Aaron, Tyler was shocked but then
grinned as Andrew turned around and backed towards him hand reaching back as
he grabbed on and helped line up the heavily leaking cock, he slowly brought
it to his hole and let the pressure of the pre-cum lube him up.

Aaron reached around and grabbed the offered lube out
of Tommy’s hand and stated to lube Tyler’s ass and as he inserted his first
finger Tyler moaned and thrust forward slipping past the ring inside
Andrew’s ass and had just slid all the way in when he felt a finger touch
that special place deep inside him, lost control and fired off his load
inside Andrew.

“AAUUGHHHH…” he screamed out in pleasure as he filled
Andrew.

“Stay inside Andrew until I tell you otherwise, I think
you’ll like this,” Aaron whispered in Tyler’s ear, as he inserted a second
finger in the panting teen's rear, loosening him up. Once Aaron had gotten
around to lubing up the third finger he started Tyler rocking back and forth
so he was gently thrusting in and out of Andrew. Once the third finger was
no longer confined Aaron felt Pete take the bottle of lube from his hand and
lube him up then Aaron whispered into Tyler’s ear, “I want to be inside you
now, is that alright with you?”

Tyler barely nodded before his pleasure filled mind
remembered the rule of always saying not nodding, “Yes…” feeing the fingers
brush across the sensitive spot again he hissed out, “Please…inside me.”

Happy to oblige, Aaron replaced his fingers with the
head of his hard cock and pushed just enough so that the head passed the
inner sphincter and waited to make sure he was not hurting Tyler before he
slowly slipped deeper inside Tyler to the increasing moans of pleasure out
of both teens.

“I’m…I’m…Cumming.” Groaned Tyler as he once again
climaxed inside Andrew while he felt the pressure of something hard and
wonderful sliding in and out of his rear and brushing against that spot
while at the same time he was thrusting in and out of Andrew. Eyes rolling
back he collapsed on top of Andrew and became limp as he was truly and
utterly spent from Cuming so hard so close together.

Stopping his thrusting when he felt the body between
them go limp, Aaron smiled and inwardly chuckled as he pulled out with a
soft plop and helped lay Tyler down on the grass and giggled as Andrew lay
down on his side next to Tyler with his head on Tyler’s chest and the cum
was making its way slowly out of Andrews full ass. Giggling could be heard
as Pete and Tommy stood there slowly jerking themselves off while they
watched the hot scene, shrugging his shoulders, Aaron walked towards the
office and ducked under the office overhang, as he headed off to the showers
to clean the lube off.

Standing under the hot spray, Aaron washed his mostly
hard cock to make sure the lube was all gone and glanced over his shoulder
with a smile, as Andrew and Tyler stumbled in, moving over slightly, Aaron
grabbed the soap and started to wash first Andrew and then moved over to
Tyler who looked back and saw how hard Aaron still was.

“Don’t worry about it, I can cum all I want later on
tonight, this was all about you and firsts,” Leaning down and whispering
into Tyler’s ear, “how did your first sandwich feel?”

Beaming, Tyler looked at Andrew, “Absolutely the best
thing ever.”

Andrew grinned as he leaned over and kissed Tyler, “I
thought I was getting another enema,” he giggled,” I’ve never had someone
cum so much inside me before it was wicked.”

Grabbing the soap, Andrew smirked before squirting a
generous amount in his hand, grabbing Aaron and starting to stroke him only
to have his hand caught by Aaron who smiled at him, shook his head and
rinsed off, “Later, like I said, this was all about firsts and helping Tyler
out, my time will come after supper. Right now you two need to get to know
one another better, and maybe tonight, I’ll lock you both in the same
bedroom so you can try everything your minds can think of.”

Seeing the frown cross Tyler’s face, Aaron captured his
chin with his hand and looked at him with a smile and mouthed ‘later’ which
caused him to smile. Moving over to the area set aside for the blow dryer
Aaron activated the drying cycle and held his hands above his head so his
whole body could be dried, before stepping out so the other two could take a
turn drying off. Reaching over to the bench to grab his equipment, he
quickly strapped them back to his right thigh and left forearm and pathed a
message to Pete and Tommy, “Pete
would you like to join Tommy and me after supper for some fun?” he then
sent s vivid image of the three of them making love under the stars as the
moon rose, surrounded by the rising steam of the hot springs.

Walking out of the shower area into the arms of both
Tommy and Pete, he smiled when Pete pulled him down to kiss him, “Damn right
I will,” before he hefted Aaron’s ball sack and looked up at him and pathed,
“you didn’t Cum?”

Answering Tommy’s, “Why
not?” Aaron smiled as he kissed Tommy next, “Because
it was all about Tyler and making it special for him and his fantasy.”

Catching a glimpse of Andrew and Tyler walking out of
the shower, Aaron grinned and they pulled the two in the middle, “Supper
will be ready soon, so I think it is time to get back to the Clan Hall,
don’t you?” he asked, before porting the five of them back home. Giving each
a kiss Aaron made for the kitchen, deciding he had a taste for pizza and
started pulling the ingredients out to make the dough.

Editors section:

RadioRanchers Musings: Well it seems to me that this was
quite an important chapter. It tied up some issues from before and answered
several questions, I do notice though that several things have yet to be
resolved. I hope that at least some of them will be answered in the next
chapter.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

A/N”

Evil author chiming in; would I be so predictable like
that, of course not heavens above no way, I mean it takes me endless
chapters to tie some things up, I mean where the heck is Jordy from chapter
16, heck we are already in chapter 34…sheesh someone should tie the author
up and tickle him until he… forgot for a moment this is me were talking
about never mind. I promise all loose ends will eventually be tied up, but
like a fine whiner no loose end will be tied before its time